Sophia Loren inhabits such a high-spec level of superstardom that she doesn’t know the Rolling Stones wrote a song about her.
“Who?” she says, a disembodied, heavily accented voice calling from her home in Geneva.
The Rolling Stones, I repeat. There follows a puzzled silence. The band’s ode to Loren is on 2010’s remastered Exile on Main St’s bonus disc, a double album originally recorded in the early Seventies, around the time that – by implicit and infatuated international consensus – Loren had artfully dodged the threat of being given ever diminishing roles in the mould of “exotic hottie” by Hollywood, to earn her rightful title, Screen Goddess. But the song is ringing no bells today. Mick Jagger and Keith Richards may be household